Obstacle 1

Questions often float while sitting under the fluorescent lighting that we call temporary home. While others sit aside roommates or friends, some, like me, decide to sit alone as the thoughts come onto screen more clearly. However, the thoughts, or questions that float are often unclear as our minds have not matured far enough to understand the meaning that most still search called life. In the many stages of growing up, we're faced with obstacles, challenges, and those new experiences that just fall upon us unexpectedly. How the hell are we ever supposed to be ready for those. In student orientations, they talk about lobo spirit, but not the threat of 'lobo' tomy. Often, our minds wonder, and come full circle with no explanation. But, with little stress, and a future unknown, but in the process, are we ever living for ourselves? We ask the same question over and over again, but like the time before, no answer. So are we living for the explanation in the hopes that we will have an sudden realization and live happily ever after? When we have something, homework, a new girlfriend/boyfriend, or simply just happiness.. I couldn't help but wonder, is it ever enough?

I have a wonderful individual who came into my life, who simply makes me laugh, makes me smile, and makes me happy. However, it's only friendship. Is friendship simply Grade B from what would be a wonderful relationship? Or is it the alternate from a relationship recall? In a relationship, does friendship fill the void?

Crazy World

Overall. I must say, I'm quite happy :)

I've become used to using smiley faces, feelin' the urge to dance through the University, and completely ignore the negativity that comes my way. I've met someone. Finally. However, it's nothing I've quite witnessed before, and it's quite nice. Before rushing into a quickie made-for-campus relationship, I'm learning so much more. Friendship, but with the complete satisfaction that comes with one of those lousy things called a relationship. Strictly platonic. But fun, and keeps me smiling. I couldn't help but wonder if I was being the person just settling down. Had I become one of those students who quit the party scene, and instead spent the nights in my room wondering the many possibilities this 'friendship' would take? Or had I simply just settled for second-best? In the era halls of collegiate life, where does the lines of relationship end and begin?